Sweet Thing

by JA Huss

  “I told you, I’m not getting involved with you.”

  “No, you’re right. We’re not getting involved, Aria.” I smile down at her. “We’re just going to fuck. One night, that’s all. I don’t do relationships, so don’t worry about that. But you want me, I know you do. And I definitely want you. So…”

  “So you think you can just come over here and… what? Use me?”

  “We use each other, Aria. That’s what grownups do.”

  “Fuck you,” she says. “You don’t get to tell me how to act.”

  “Is this when you tell me I’m not your daddy?”

  She pushes on my chest and I take a step back. Which allows her to duck away and walk over to the living room.

  “You kissed me back.”

  “You kissed me first!”

  “You left your door unlocked and those balloons are still tied to your wrist. So come on now. Don’t lie to me. If you want me to leave, tell me to leave and I’ll go. I’ll go and never come back. Never bother you again. But if you want this one chance to be properly fucked by a man who knows what he’s doing and not some boy with a skinny little pecker from your Photoshop class, then…” I hold out my arms, palms up. “Then say yes. No strings, OK? Just this night, just this once and I’m gone.”

  “Why?” she says. “Why would you even want to bother with me?”

  “Why?” I laugh. Too loud, maybe. But it’s so ridiculous. “Because you look like that.”

  She looks down at herself, then back up at me. “Like what?”

  Jesus. She has no clue. This is why I like the younger ones. Especially ones like her. I walk over to her and take her hand. Kiss her knuckles and then place her palm over my cock. “Innocent,” I say. “And unaware of how desirable that innocence is.” I squeeze her hand over my cock and she blushes and looks down. “You’re a sweet little thing, Aria. A very sweet thing.”

  She pulls her hand away, biting her lip and folding her arms across her chest. Which puts the balloons squarely between her and me. I grab each string and pull them apart. Just like I’m gonna pull open her legs tonight. And say, “Want me to teach you something?”

  “Teach me what?” she asks, her voice quivering. “How to suck your cock?”

  “Ohhhh,” I say. “You have a dirty mouth. I love that, by the way. But no. It’s your birthday, remember? You get a gift.”

  “Your cock,” she says. And damn. She’s killing me with that mouth.

  “Before that,” I say. “Before I give you my cock I’ll teach you how to come.”

  “I know how to come,” she sneers. “I get myself off all the time.”

  I raise an eyebrow at her. “Tell me more.”

  She laughs, shaking her head and hiding her face with her hand. “No.”

  “No, you don’t want my gift? Or no, you don’t want me at all? Because I need to know if I should stay or not.”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Aria,” I say, too sharply. “Stop fucking around and acting like a baby. Do you want me to lick your pussy tonight or not?”

  She sucks in a deep breath.

  “It’s OK,” I say. “You can tell me yes or no. Either way, I’m not judging you. If you say yes, I’ll do it. I’ll take you over to the couch, sit you down, spread your legs and eat you out until you come in my mouth. And if you say no, I’ll just grab my jacket and leave. Never come back again.”

  She looks like she might cry so I reach for her wrist and start removing her balloon strings. She lets me without saying a word, but when I let the balloons go and they float up to the high ceiling, there’s nothing left for her to hide behind.

  “Time to make a decision,” I say. “Want your present or not?”

  She swallows hard and nods her head.

  I shake mine. “You gotta say the word, Aria. It’s important that I have your permission, but even more important that I hear you say yes so I can jerk off to your scared little face as you give in to me for the rest of my life.”

  “That’s gross!”

  “Yeah, well. I’m pretty sure every man who saw you tonight is jerking off to your face right now.” I pause at that thought. Because I just kind of said it without thinking. “And actually,” I amend, “that is gross. No one gets to jerk off to you except me.”

  She cracks a smile and inhales deeply. “Yes,” she says, quietly. Then she looks up at me. Locks her eyes right on mine and says it again. “Yes. I want you to give me my birthday present.”

  I feel fifteen again. Like I’m gonna blow a load in my pants. That’s how hot she is right now. That’s how turned on I am.

  “Good choice,” I whisper, taking her hand and leading her over to the couch. “Now sit down and spread your legs.”

  “Oh, God,” she mutters, fingers splayed over her face in embarrassment.

  Which just about kills me dead.

  But she does it. She sits down, prim and proper. Just her butt cheeks on the edge of the couch. Then she places both hands on the cushions and scoots all the way back.

  She looks up at me. Maybe for validation or maybe with hesitation, but it doesn’t matter which, because my nodding head is just the encouragement she needs. Because she closes her eyes and opens her legs.

  The skirt of her dress is longer than the mini she was wearing the first night. So I can’t see her panties or even her upper thighs. It’s also much looser. A full skirt with large pink flowers scattered all over it.

  I take off my shirt, and the movement makes her open her eyes. She stares at my bare chest. Not hungrily, the way I look at her. But with something akin to awe.

  I kneel down between her legs and place my hands on her knees, opening them wider. She sucks in a breath of air and lets it out with a tiny whimper.

  God, I really like that sound.

  “Scoot down a little,” I say, grabbing her behind the knees and pulling. She does, until her ass cheeks are hanging over the edge. And that’s when I push her skirt up and see her pink panties. They are silky, but not overly sexy. Like she shops in the juniors department and not at Victoria’s Secret.

  I love them. I love them so much I lean my head forward and kiss them.

  I can feel her pussy lips beneath the thin fabric and my tongue darts out and licks her.

  “Should I take them off?” she asks.

  I look up at her. Her tits are rising and falling quickly, indicating she’s breathing harder now. “No,” I say. “I like them on.”

  “But you can’t—“

  “Aria,” I say. “Men don’t care if they have to work around your panties. We like it.”

  “Why?”

  “Because…” I think about this for a minute. “Because it feels like we’re taking something from you. Sneaking it. If we fuck you and you still have clothes on it’s hot because we’re so desperate to fuck you, we can’t be bothered to take them off.”

  “Oh,” she says. “But they’re getting wet.”

  “We like that too,” I say. “Now close your eyes and think about my mouth. And because you asked so many questions about it, I’m going to make you come through your panties so you know I’m not lying.”

  “Oh,” she gasps.

  I lean my head in again and swipe my tongue along her slit. My hands pressing her thighs open. My thumbs caressing small circles over her smooth skin. She arches her back when I hit her clit and when my finger parts her pussy open though her silky panties, she begins to groan.

  God, she’s primed and ready. My cock is throbbing in my jeans.

  “Has anyone ever eaten you out before?” I ask her, still licking.

  “No,” she moans. Shaking her head.

  “Do you like it?”

  “Yes,” she squeaks, because I nipped her panties and got a bit of skin too.

  “Then put your hands on my head, Aria. And grip my hair.”

  She reaches for me. Tentatively placing her hands on my head and threading her fingers into my hair.

  “Grip it hard,” I say. “
And if you think I’m not in the right place, guide me. Tell me where you want me to lick you.”

  “Oh, my God,” she moans.

  “Do it,” I say, licking her all around her clit, but not directly on her clit. Because I want to feel her hands guiding me. I want to know she’s participating.

  She doesn’t do that though. So I give her a little help. “Right here?” I ask, licking her in the wrong place.

  “No,” she says.

  “Then show me. Show me where I should lick you, Aria. Show me with your hands.”

  She reaches down, pulls her panties aside, and begins to massage her clit.

  Jesus Christ. I meant guide my mouth to it, but hell, this is better.

  “Oh, you’re a dirty girl,” I say, placing my lips over her finger and flicking my tongue against her sweet, little nub.

  “Yes,” she moans. “Right there.”

  She arches her back again, her legs going stiff as she presses them against my head.

  I grab her knees and spread her open again as she writhes and wiggles on the couch so much, she almost slides off completely.

  “Come for me, sweet thing,” I say, easing my finger up inside her a little.

  “Ow,” she says.

  Which makes me stop and raise my eyebrows.

  “I’m OK,” she says. “Don’t stop.”

  Holy shit, is she a virgin? One finger and she’s gasping in pain? I ease my finger up a little more and she hisses through her teeth, her hands gripping my head now, but not to guide me, to push me away.

  “Aria?” I say. “Are you all right?”

  “Yes,” she says, out of breath. “It just hurts a little.”

  “Are you a virgin?”

  “I don’t think so,” she moans.

  I take my finger out of her and sit back. “Hold on,” I say. “You don’t think so?”

  She opens her eyes and nods. “I had sex once, I think.”

  “You think? Aria, you either did or didn’t. Which is it?”

  “I think I did,” she says. “He came all over me.”

  “He came… but not inside you.”

  “No, he came on my hand.”

  “So you gave him a hand job?”

  “I guess.”

  “Did he put his little pecker inside you?”

  “I think so.”

  I shake my head at her. “No,” I say. “No, it doesn’t work that way, Aria. You’d know. For sure.”

  “I think he was inside me, but maybe not all the way.”

  “Do you want me to check?”

  “Check what?”

  I laugh. This is the most absurd conversation I’ve ever had with a girl… ever. “To see if he popped your cherry.”

  “You can see that?”

  “Yeah,” I say.

  “You’ve done this before?”

  “Not check hymens!” I laugh. “Take someone’s virginity, yes. Couple times when I was younger. Not in a long while, though.”

  She bites her lip then nods her head. “Yes. Then check to see.”

  “OK,” I say. “But let me take your panties down, all right?”

  “OK,” she says.

  I pull at the waistband and she lifts her hips, allowing me to pull them down her legs and toss them aside. Then I place my hands on her knees and say, “Open wide.”

  She does and I push her thighs up so I can get a clear view and say, “Hold your legs for me.”

  She grabs her legs and holds as I gently push the lips of her pussy apart. “Uh, well. You’re still a virgin.”

  “How can you tell?” she asks, looking at me through her open legs.

  “There’s skin there, Aria. He probably wasn’t inside you. Either that or he had a very small dick. Because your cherry is good and tight.”

  “Oh,” she says. Frowning. “Well. Shit. I’m still a fucking virgin.”

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  She stares at me for a moment and then shakes her head. “No. It’s my birthday.” And then she smiles. “It’s kind of a good present, right?”

  I stare back at her, wondering how the hell I got here.

  “Try with your finger first,” she says. “Because I don’t think your cock is going to fit.”

  “You have a filthy little mouth,” I say.

  “Sorry. It’s just—“

  “It wasn’t a criticism,” I say. “Just own it.”

  She smiles and shrugs.

  OK, Ryker. You have yourself a virgin. Now what?

  It’s been a long a time since I had to think about this. But she’s right, what we’re doing is a gift. Both for her and for me. So I gently place my finger over her clit and begin to massage. “Close your eyes now and enjoy it. If it becomes too much you can tell me to stop and I will. But you have to do this eventually, Aria. And I’ll make it feel as good as I can.”

  “OK,” she says, closing her eyes.

  I play with her clit for a few seconds, letting the very tip of my finger dip into her pussy just enough to gather up her wetness and make things smoother.

  “I like that,” she says.

  “Yeah,” I say. “I’m not inside you yet.”

  I push the tip in, just a little bit past her hymen, and she gasps. So I stop.

  “No, keep going,” she says, gritting her teeth. This is why I don’t really enjoy being with virgins. It’s not going to feel good. It’s just an act that needs to be done.

  I dip my face down and begin licking her again, deciding to make her come first so she’s good and wet when I start putting things inside her.

  She goes back to her wiggling and writhing. Her hand dips down to my head without prompting and grips my hair. Guiding me the way I asked her to.

  Oh, yeah. She is a very sweet thing.

  She begins to hold her breath and then gasps. I watch her through her parted legs, still hiked up so high, her knees are at her shoulders.

  “You can come whenever you want,” I say. “Just tell me when you’re about to so I know.”

  She bites her lip and nods.

  I continue licking, then nipping the soft folds of her pussy carefully. I want to stick all my fingers up inside and make her come on them, but I hold back and be patient.

  When I take my thumb to her clit and poke my tongue into her pussy she arches her back and says, “I’m going to come now,”

  And as soon as her body goes stiff I shove the whole length of my finger inside her.

  “Oh, shit!” she screams. “That hurts!”

  “I’m sorry,” I say, pumping her. She is good and wet so even though her muscles are tight, practically gripping my finger, it slides in and out easily.

  “Does that still feel good?” I ask.

  She nods her head and bucks her back again, so I speed up, finger-fucking her like I would a woman with more experience. It takes a few minutes, but holy hell, she comes again, this time gushing all over my finger, and I just…

  I just can’t believe it.

  My dick wants to blow in my jeans. Twice. Unheard of. She is either a very sexual creature or so horny she can’t help herself. Either way, I feel like I just won the lottery.

  I withdraw my finger and she releases my hair. Then opens her eyes and says, “That’s it?”

  “What?” I laugh. “You just came twice. That’s… very unusual.”

  “It is?”

  “Do you masturbate a lot?”

  “Not a lot,” she says. “But my sister left me a vibrator so I used that the other night after you left.”

  I just blink my eyes at her. “I jerked off that night too. Came all over myself thinking about you.”

  “Are you going to fuck me?”

  “Now?” I ask. “Tonight?”

  “Please?” she begs. “Just try.”

  “Uh… I don’t think you understand how big my cock is, Aria. My finger,” I say, holding it up. “Very, very small compared to my cock.”

  “Show it to me, so I can see.”

  Ho
ly shit. I might not be able to fuck her tonight but I’m definitely gonna come all over that sweet face.

  I stand up, unbutton and unzip my jeans, then pull them down my hips a little until my cock spills out like a long, thick snake.

  “Oh,” she says.

  “Are you disappointed?” I ask.

  “No, but you’re right. That will never fit inside me.”

  “Well, it definitely will, Aria. They all fit. It’s just not going to feel very good the first time.”

  She nods, then says, “You don’t wear underwear?”

  “Not tonight I didn’t.”

  “Because you knew you were gonna see me.”

  “That’s exactly why.”

  She takes a deep breath, still looking at my cock, and says, “Can I hold it?”

  Fuckin’ A. This little thing is gonna kill me. “Sure,” I say.

  She sits up, straightening out her dress skirt, and then reaches for my cock, wrapping her hand around it.

  “It’s thick. My fingers don’t even go all the way around.”

  I’ve heard that before. Pretty much every time a girl first holds my cock in her hand. But it always felt contrived. Something they say to be dirty. And that’s not at all how it comes out with Aria. It comes out like she just discovered something miraculous. So innocent. She has no idea how hearing her say that makes me feel. No clue at all. She just says it because it’s true.

  She trains her eyes on mine, her hand pumping along my shaft a little. Like she wants to jerk me off, she’s just not sure if she’s allowed. “I want to do it.”

  “Do what?”

  “Have sex with you. Real sex. With this inside me.”

  “I don’t know, Aria. I’m gonna hurt you.”

  “But not on purpose. It’s just… something that has to be done. Like you said.”

  I try to work out a way that doesn’t involve her screaming and crying and hating me.

  “Please,” she begs. “I’m eighteen. I can’t end this birthday without feeling like an adult. And this is pretty perfect.”

  I want to say no. Well, that’s a lie. I want to stick my cock inside her right now. But I don’t want to hurt her, which means this is going to be a slow, time-consuming process and I’m already ready to blow.

  But I take a deep breath and think about how satisfying it will be if I can make her come again. And how I really want to come on her face or her tits, but can’t find a way to do that gracefully without putting in some effort.